Oringal chucks on laced up like i’m taking them on a roll they begging me not to kill it i tell em i’m having fun they askin me how i do it, i tell em get on the real meaning get on the grind i’m ready now what’s the deal

my size 11 skate on the surface like hovercraft a super hero you’d think that i was a thundercat i roll with villains, my village calling me son of sam simply when i come around they st-s-stutter-ing

my body tatted they say i look like graffiti that’s why i be on a roll but these regulars they try to read me the way that people would be staring you’d think that i was a t-v but when it comes to the haters i cannot see them like stev-e

but i’ve been seeing repeats of dead rappers like sixth sense my competition ain’t worth nothing like six cents misfit i swear i’m sick shit you’d think i was ryan scheckler by the way i make the kicks filp

too cool, handshakes and gats serving all these fools like pancakes in stacks whoever thought that i wouldn’t be damaging the tracks was pulling they own legs like hamstrings and calves

i am the only great white body look like a canvas skin is covered with tats chucks are always the classics look like i’m in the past

turn the noise up hundred words and running turn the noise up what i tell these people turn the noise up hundred words and running, turn the noise up transformers tatted on my arm like toys yup

any times my time any day’s grind time any time’s prime time no chain needed i am just a star kells

turn the noise up hundred words and running, turn the noise up what i tell these people turn the noise up best rapper alive, who, kells, kells

ugh, i’m so beyond my times like michael angelo of the second millennium i roll it up and get higher than condominiums my raps real the way that people be feeling it midwest all the way to the other side of the meridian

bet that, est is in the spot now who knew we’d be crew that all of these fools would try to jock

now them type of dudes that will make your mouth drop down faces looking twisted like they’re guzzeling ciroc now

city slickers that searching for bigger figures this is more than a game my business is in the scrimmage and i’d be with the sickest cuz i’m trying to be the illest with them die hard fans like bruce willis pow pow

i’m in the cut like alcohol in the wound but i’m tripping like i popped adderol on the moon, focused on killing tracks like i’m rapping em from the tomb RIP for this instrumental lighters up for the tunes

every morning i wake up and put my fitted on which means every day i wake and put my city on cleveland, we’re ready turn the MIDI on kid kells standing like a million gone

i am the only great white body look like a canvas skin covered with tats chucks are always the classics look like i’m in the past

turn the noise up hundred words and runnig, turn the noise up what i tell these people turn the noise up

any time’s my time every day’s grind time no chain needed i’m just a star

turn the noise up hundred words and running, turn the noise up best reapper alive who kells

Anyone else as obsessed as I am…??!! C’mon! Wel… at least try to sing along while you’re here…

alla ya’ll better wake up now everyone’s a little late right now keep it real, i’m a little high how the fuck you gonna hate right now

remember my first single, chea, well it’s doing great right now took a five hundred thou out the gate straight to the bank right now shit is wicked in the city so i gotta semi in on the waste right now

everybody fuckikng with me and if you ain’t then you out of place right now

trynna bring that paper in, my paper thin like that that bible god it’s heavy, we are stacking benjamins, til it’s that eiffel

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i came, straight from, selling nickle bags out my baby momma’s pad, just to get a meal straight from putting similak, in the wallmart bag, tryinna make a steal

straight from burning one thosand, cd’s, with my name on it i presented what the game wanted and, mufucka we just trynna get a meal

now the shaker grad boy, signed to the bad boy i ain’t gettin cheescake no, this aint’ make another band homeboy

oh is that my bitch, god damn, she columbi-an, homeboy every since i got some ands homeboy haters trynna be my friends homeboy

pull up in a tour, bus, everbody know what’s, going on, in there bathroom, all the pantys dropping lotta, pretty bitches, pretty long hair imma talk, my shit, bitch i came in the game as the rookie of the year Blake Griffin, Kyrie, Stoudemire—who you talking bout–amadestar amir

yeah and still a couple people gotta problem with up in hater magazine mean

fader magazine tell the journal it’s cycle like’s in the second on my jeans choke motherfucker chocke, none of my fans open up your fucking magazine lucky i dont’ jermain come up in your office and blow up your fucking magazine

maybe because I wasn’t a good kid, in a m.a.a.d city like, kendrick i was just a little, bad mufucka, begging landlord to be a tennant

begin everyone to give my song a listen trynna get out-the shitty job position trynna get this 24 karot gold toilet coz didn’t have a pot to piss in –you gone be alright– but it’s okay, i’m still maintaining na-na-na man fuck that

Iggy Azalea is one bad Aussie B with a killer body! Not only does she make it look easy, but she has one of the freshest twangs I’ve heard in a while. Not to mention, she’s got T.I. backing her up … not too shabby. Check her and Tip out below.

**Everybody dressed to kill | bang bang **

More Iggy If you like her vibe, I suggest you check out her mixtape! My fave is the ridiculous Pu$$y song. Yes, that’s with $dollar$ signs 😛